Behold the Eglu!
This may sound crazy but it’s true - I love chickens. Years ago a coworker who lived in Pembroke MA gave me some eggs from his Plymoth Rock hens, and they were the most delicious and beautiful things I’d ever seen. The yolks were so fresh they were dome-shaped in the pan, and the whites were thick and shapely. Plus, when we paid him a visit I discovered that chickens are hysterically funny to watch, and ever since I’ve wanted my own, but we live in suburban Boston next to Route 128, which is not exactly farm country. My neighbors are more likely to have tennis courts and in-ground pools over henhouses. We also have a mid-century modern house, and the coop designs I’ve seen are squarely vintage farmhouse.
However, the Eglu might be just the ticket. It’s got a cool design, sort of an iMac for fowl and like an iMac is comes in different colors. A late night search on my town bylaws indicates that residents are allowed to keep chickens for a modest fee ($10 a year), and I only want two - just enough for eggs. A rooster is not in the equation because they are too noisy, have only one thing on their minds anyway and we don’t need to breed chicks. All I need to do is talk John into it!
